''How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too..''

 “You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.”

“Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?”

“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.”

“My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.”

“I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.”

             “I almost thanked you for 
teaching me something about survival
                           back there,
               but then I remembered 
                  that the ocean never 
      handed me the gift of swimming.
                    I gave it to myself.”

“if she mentions it more than once,
it’s bothering her.”

“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”

“So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I’m a bad person.”

“It’s amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.”

“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”